| You wanna know what’s his name, what’s his name?
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| Trust me, his name don’t matter
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| All I know was I give you five years of my life
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| And for most of it, my whole heart has been shattered
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| I’ve told you I was unhappy every three months for the last three years and you
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| didn’t listen
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| I gotta force you to tell me «Happy birthday»
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| You never bought me a present on Christmas once
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| And when we ride in the car with your friends
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| You don’t let me ride in the front
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| And now you all jealous and upset
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| 'Cause I met a brand new guy, and I’m what he wants
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| And your life’s just falling apart
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| Because a guy is calling my heart
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| You ask how can I run through the finish line
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| Boy you made me crawl from the start
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| And down on my knees, begging for respect
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| You doing this to me, nah, I never could’ve guessed
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| I don’t gotta fuckin' brain up in my head to my chest
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| Just to get a smile from you, was a never in any questions
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| Just to get a hella from you, was a full-time job
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| And the thing I almost turned to do a full-time mom
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| And almost had your kids, but I have to intervene
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| I don’t want children that have half of your genes
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| I would have to tell him see daddy got the genes
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| Where if he sees a girl that he thinks is prettier than mom
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| He’s probably gonna stare at the fatty in her jeans
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| And let’s say it hurts mom’s feelings
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| A mama gets upset and mad and tries to scream
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| He’s gonna deflect all of it, and blame it on the kitchen and how shit isn’t
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| clean
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| And my blouse that isn’t green
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| And the fact that I’d put up twenty pounds since I was a teen, I’m a little bit
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| heavier
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| And my hormones are fucked up
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| Unfortunately, I love life as an irregular
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| And apparently I enact too much
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| And the stupid ass questions I ask too much
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| And the cash I ain’t making enough
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| And I get on his nerves, when I ask him to take me to lunch
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| You think I wanna deal with that honey?
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| I believe that you love me, but you don’t respect me
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| You never call me to say that you love me, nor you text me
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| And when I respond, you don’t text back
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| The confidence that I lost, just hard to get back
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| But the other night, a real nice guy took me out on a date
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| And I dressed in jet black
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| And he listen to me talk, and he laughed at my jokes
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| It was a little chilly outside, so he offered me his coat
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| And at the end of the night, he didn’t try to kiss me or getting my address
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| He just told me he had a good time, if he asked me to go out again, I’ll say «Yes!» |